NOTE: This is a direct continuation of Lana and Claire Share Cock (imagine that). I split the story up because it was running long, and because it changes categories. I strongly suggest you read part one before continuing here. If, for whatever reason, you don't want to, here is a quick recap on what happened:
Gavin, a mover, was helping to pack the belongings of Todd and Todd's wife, Lana, into a U-haul. While Todd, a hot-tempered big guy (he hired Gavin to help because his back injury restricts him from doing much himself), was out in the truck organizing things, Lana seduced Gavin, eventually fucking him just feet away from Todd, who never suspected a thing. Meanwhile, Gavin accidentally seduced Lana's sister, Claire, who was in another room. He went down on her to make her cum, but then had to rush off to avoid getting caught. Neither sister knows what the other has done, and Todd is in the dark about all of it. Gavin hopes to keep it that way...And now the rest of the story.
...Todd hadn't said much since I'd met him just a few hours ago, but his silence seemed to have more purpose now. I imagined that maybe he was angry with me, since I was disappearing for longer and longer periods of time. He probably thought I was a flake, and he was wasting his money. If only he knew what was really going on.
I could have felt bad about what I was doing: fucking his wife, quite literally, right behind his back. But Lana had come on to me, and as I horny as I was, that was all the justification I needed for now.
I went back to the house, certain that the boxes I'd left for Todd to organize in the truck would keep him busy for another ten minutes or so. As I neared the front door, my other problem loomed in my head. Claire still desperately wanted to "taste me" as she had put it, and my dick was still tired from having fucked her older sister just a few minutes ago. I was close, but not ready to reach full attention yet. If Claire saw my struggle, she would wonder why I couldn't achieve a full erection, and might be offended.
Stepping inside, I remembered that even Claire wasn't the first thing to deal with. Lana was. I expected her to jump me again as I stepped through the door, but instead I found her laying on the living room floor, still naked, with a finger at her pussy, spreading the cum I had shot into her all over her pink lips and clit. She gave me that adorable smile, but made no move to get up to greet me.
Not wanting to ignore her, I walked to her, knelt down, and kissed her softly on the mouth. Our tongues slid together, and then she pulled away and whispered into my ear.
"I'll be ready again real quick." Then she giggled and slapped my ass. "Until then, get back to work." She laughed again.
I pretended to follow her order, and moved to the bedroom where most of the remaining boxes were. Once there, I found Claire in the same position as Lana was; laying on the floor and stroking her pussy. But as soon as I entered, Claire jumped to her knees and started towards me, grabbing the waist of my shorts and tugging at them. Oh well, I thought. I might not be able to get up right away, but I was more than willing to try.
Claire licked my half-erect penis, and then said something, but I couldn't hear her over the radio blasting AC/DC beside me.
So far this radio had saved me. While I could still hear approaching footsteps on the hardwood floor, which was a necessary alerting system, the sounds of moaning and skin slapping together was camouflaged by the pounding music. Lana didn't know I had eaten out Claire in the next room, Todd didn't know I had fucked Lana just an arm's length away from him, and Claire—
She repeated herself, and this time I could hear every word.
"Why does your dick taste like pussy?"
I don't know if my heart sunk or jumped up my throat, but I know for sure that it skipped more than a couple beats.
"What do you mean?" I said, playing dumb and stepping away.
Claire held me to her, and leaned in for another taste test. Her tongue felt so good; soft and firm at the same time, and very warm and wet. But I was too scared to enjoy it.
"I'm no expert, but that tastes like a woman to me," she said matter-of-factly. Her hand gripped my balls. She wasn't squeezing, but she had every opportunity to.
"How would you know?" I asked as nicely as possible. "Maybe that's just how I taste."
"I've tasted myself, before," she said, as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. "In fact, I was tasting myself just before you came in here. And that," she pointed to my dick, "tastes almost exactly the same."
"Maybe your taste is still on your tongue," I replied.
"Maybe you need to be straight with me," she said firmly. Her fingers slightly tightened their grip on my testicles. "You fucked someone."
My silence said whatever my apologetic eyes couldn't. I was caught, and we both knew it.
"It wasn't me," she continued, talking to herself. "And you didn't have time to go anywhere else..."
Her jaw dropped.
"Lana! That fucking slut!"
Only Claire didn't seem mad about this revelation. She was smiling. Not a sinister 'I'm gonna get that bitch' smile, but rather an impressed 'how'd she manage that' smile. Claire's grip on my balls tightened a little more, but now she was massaging them, rolling them between her fingers. And my flaccid member was regaining strength because of it.
Claire just sat there with a look of stunned appreciation for her sister's accomplishment as her fingers unconsciously stroked her clit. Her face grew flush, and I swear she even shuddered. Then, after a short while, she looked back at my dick, which was still slowly rising.
"How long before you'll be ready again?" she asked.
"I don't know. A couple minutes, I guess."
"That's too long," she said, standing up. "I'm hungry."
She grabbed a box and handed it to me as I pulled up my shorts.
"Here. Better get back to work or you'll be missed."
I nodded, then rushed out of the room with the box, not sure what to make of what had just transpired. As I passed through the living room, I saw Lana still laying on the floor and playing with herself, a finger in her mouth. I was going to stop to warn her that her sister knew, but straight ahead I saw Todd coming up the sidewalk towards me, looking annoyed. I had been gone too long, and he was coming for me. I sped past Lana toward the door.
I met Todd just outside, and made up some excuse about having to repack the box to explain my absence. He rolled his eyes, but the lie served its purpose. He didn't go into the house, but rather turned right around and walked with me back to the truck.
This time I packed the box. As I did, I was trying to hide my distress when Todd told me that he wanted to bring stuff from the house to me from now on. I gave my best, "whatever, I don't care" shrug, and then he turned to go back to the house. But as he turned, Todd tripped up over the street curb. He didn't fall, but the jolt was enough to knock a pair of sunglasses out of his front shirt pocket. He bent over to pick them up, and then let out a shriek of pain.
"Oh shit, that hurt! Shit!" Todd froze in a bent over position, and put a hand to his lower spine.
I jumped out of the truck beside him. "Are you okay?"
"No. No. Oh shit. Move boxes for half an hour and I'm fine—shit—but bend over for a pair of sunglasses and....oh, fuck this hurts."
"You want me to get Lana?"
"No, I just need to go inside and lay down. I got this old beach lounge chair on the back porch. Twenty minutes or so on that and I should be fine."
I followed him as he hobbled back to the house, still bent over at a ninety-degree angle and holding his spine. I had forgotten all about the girls for the moment, so when Todd entered the house first, my body stiffened with shock. If Lana was in there and still naked on the floor, I was done for.
But Todd never looked around, never reacted to anything amiss. When I entered the house behind him, I saw why. Lana must have heard us at the last minute, and hid herself behind a stack of boxes. She popped her head up to ask what happened, but I could see the fright on her face as she braced herself should he look her way. The boxes helped hide her from peripheral vision, but a dead on glance would be too much to fool.
Fortunately Todd told her what happened without looking her way. He was too busy concentrating on getting to the sliding glass door at the back of the room without further aggravating his back. I jumped ahead and opened the sliding glass door for him, and Todd stumbled out into the lounge chair he had mentioned. Although it was facing away from the sliding glass door, it was still just feet away from me and his naked wife, who had already come up behind me to stroke my crotch through my shorts.
"You just rest there for a while," Lana said to Todd over my shoulder. "You need anything at all, just yell. We'll finish up in here." She smiled and licked my neck.
Todd just grunted, and I slid the door shut.
Lana shivered and giggled. "Your cum is running down my leg."
"This is the last straw," came Claire's voice from the hall.
Lana and I spun around to find her standing there, naked, with her arms folded under her breasts as she leaned against the wall in a calm and relaxed pose.
"Claire!" Lana said, unsure how to react. "Look, I know this looks bad—"
"Bad?" Claire said. She uncrossed her arms and pushed off the wall, then walked slowly toward us, moving her hips seductively with each step.
I braced myself for a yelling match. Claire's radio was still loud enough to cover the voices, but we were all right next to the sliding glass door, and just feet away from Todd. I glanced at the door apprehensively, hoping the glass was thick enough to hold back whatever chaos was about to erupt.
